Kerry Anderson's
Sideways
    


     Sideways is a song that I have loved so much I recorded it twice.  First,
in Boulder, CO at Coupe Studios in 2002 with a good friend of mine and
engineer Ryan Dart.  When a couple years ago I brought it to
Charles Roane
from Headquarters Studio in New York City in 2006 there was much more we
wanted to do with it.  I remember recording this song in
DJ Premiers studio in
darkness. Charles tuned off all of the lights in the mix room as well as the vocal
booth. There were only a few candles burning. I also remember drinking a few
sips of French wine between takes.

    This song was written before I moved back to Colorado from NJ in 2001.  

    It is a story about a love triangle in which this man falls for a younger
woman who is merely pretending to be someone she is not.  She is one of those
people with "a chameleon" type personality.  She falls for her best friends love
interest and he falls for her. He still has feelings for the best friend. This song
is written from the perspective of the best friend talking to the man. This song is
full of pain, betrayal and feeling trapped in chains, holding back her own
feelings for the sake of everyone else.  The words Sideways is the view in which
the woman sees this man.  Her head tilted to the side with confusion and sadness.

-Kerry
The history of
Sideways
You are sideways to me,
how you feel and how you see.
With truth and individual light,
a cadence to your heart beat tailored sight.

You fathom a worry and you think
about the distinct difference
between gray and pink.
Pain for courage, courage for pains,
trapped in the madness, trapped in chains.
Cradle a rose paralyzed by youth
pricked by the rose, reality becomes truth.
Braided in three, can not really be
A knife to my back and I don't agree

You are Sideways to me

Intensities trapped you in the hall.
A tangled mess locked in a ball.
Emotions mixed with a talented lie,
Its enough to cause a flood
and make you cry

You fathom a worry and you think
about the distinct difference
between gray and pink.
Pain for courage, courage for pains,
trapped in the madness, trapped in chains.
Cradle a rose paralyzed by youth
pricked by the rose, reality becomes truth.
Braided in three, can not really be
A knife to my back and I don't agree

You are Sideways to me

You are still Sideways to me,
a drop of color
and maybe you will set yourself free.
War bleeding through to your mind
a constant distress
with peace hard to find.

You fathom a worry and you think
about the distinct difference
between gray and pink.
Pain for courage, courage for pains
trapped in the madness, trapped in chains.
Cradle a rose paralyzed by youth
pricked by the rose, reality becomes truth
Braided in three, can not really be
A knife to my back and I don't agree

You are Sideways to me
Written by Kerry Anderson
Produced by
Charles Roane